{"id":14428,"date":"2016-08-10T21:49:57","date_gmt":"2016-08-10T21:49:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thesojournseries.com\/bavaria\/?p=14428"},"modified":"2016-08-11T06:38:24","modified_gmt":"2016-08-11T06:38:24","slug":"of-hackneyed-heimweh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thesojournseries.com\/bavaria\/of-hackneyed-heimweh\/","title":{"rendered":"Of Hackneyed Heimweh"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nCatching up with his 95 year old Great-Grandfather<\/em><\/p>\n

(Hackneyed<\/strong>\u00a0–\u00a0made<\/span> commonplace<\/span> or<\/span> trite;<\/span> stale;<\/span> banal: \u00a0Heimweh<\/strong>\u00a0 – German term for homesick:)<\/h6>\n

Not that I am sick of going home before you think I have finally lost the plot. \u00a0I am just totally sick of the annoying little things that go with each visit. \u00a0For example, endlessly losing things from the mass of suitcases that now follow us on our travels (to think I had the amount of luggage we took with us down to a fine art before the smallest family member arrived!!). \u00a0Keeping track of who we are seeing, where, and on which day (and sadly on this occasion not being able to make quite a few visits!). \u00a0 Working out what the hell to wear depending on which weather Great Britain decided to treat us to (from 35DegC for the first few days to 12DegC just a few days later), and waking up in the middle of the night wondering where on earth we were on numerous occasions (which usually meant someone else had given up their bedroom to accommodate us – which in turn added to the guilt of not living there in the first place!), you catch my drift…<\/p>\n

Then there are the usually constant “what ifs” and “if onlys” as we wandered\u00a0around our old neighbourhood and dreamt about what might have been had we just stayed put – not helped by the now close proximity of a massive range of great shops and eateries (I consoled myself with the fact that had we stayed I would probably by now be both very very fat AND very very poor). \u00a0And of course the fact that despite feeling as if we very much belonged (to the extent that you possibly never can in an adopted country temporary or otherwise), hanging over us was the fact we might not be home for the long term for a while longer yet…<\/p>\n

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One of my favourite pics from my trip home so far… Brutus (not his real name obvs) sitting in a highchair that used to belong to his Grandmother whilst having a “chat” with his Great Grandparents. They say home is a feeling and England will always be mine… With apologies to fb friends who saw this image yesterday and super serious #igers who will undoubtedly unfollow thanks to a bit of #babyspam 😂 #blackandwhite<\/a><\/p>\n

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